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kairiscorner · 8 months

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I sort of have an idea for an imagine. What about a Filipino!reader where she loves to eat and her favorite is puto(the spiders probably always see her eating). So one time somebody like Miguel asks her what she was eating and she says "puto" with a warm smile and all and then Miguel is just baffled 😨 (you add like the other spiders who understand spanish in the scene).

The thing is puto is literally a cuss word in Spanish-speaking countries. It can either mean a rude word for a coward, a prostitute, or a slur for a gay man. And puto in Filipino is just rice cakes 😋.

And so Miguel and the others thought you were cussing him when in reality you were painfully oblivious and unaware. And miscommunication and culture clash/shock.

Also, pasukan sa eskwelahan na naman 😭😭.

LOL HI POOOOOO, for real, nasa bakasyon mode pa me mgee, also omg that reminds me of the cute ass yt short i saw of a filipino mom teaching her kid about the dessert in front of her colombian dad LMAOOOOO i love it and I HOPE YOU LOVE THIS <333

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

you said... what? — miguel o'hara x filipino!reader

you were happily snacking on your favorite childhood classic snack, a steamed plump rice cake that you bought from your home dimension before heading over to HQ. as you were just minding your own business, stuffing your face with the delightful treat, miguel had noticed you being at peace eating. he looked at the box of assorted colored rice cakes, some were white while others were purple, with some having bits of cheese on them.

"whaddya got there?" he asked as he looked at the rice cakes you had with you. you stopped biting into the food and looked up at miguel with a bright smile. "ah, my favorite dessert snack from back home in the philippines." you explained. miguel nodded as he looked at you. "what's it called?" "ah, puto." you answered him with a sweet smile, which starkly contrasted with miguel's contorted wince. "um... come again?" he asked you in a softer voice this time. "ah, i said it's called 'puto'." you repeated, but miguel staggered backwards a little as he was still in disbelief that he heard what he thought he heard. you handed him a piece, asking him to try it. "i love having some puto in my mouth, y'know? it fills me up just right after a long day." you said with a sigh of contentment as you dug into the rice cake again, smiling widely as miguel looked at the snack and back at you, unsure if he's comfortable with saying the snack's name.

he took a bite and could agree with you, the snack certainly was delicious... though the name kind of made miguel a little taken aback. he does respect that you and your people call it as it is, he'll just remind himself it isn't a dirty word, it's the name of this quaint little dessert that you loved dearly in this context. but if he's being honest right now, he doesn't wanna think at the moment, he just wants to savor the goodness of this snack you really love with you, regardless of what it was named.

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m4nd0l0r · 2 years

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Bittersweet.

Description: The past swarms men, tainting them with apprehension. Or, somehow- somewhat, you both act as if nothing’s ever changed.

Ship: Five Hargreeves x GN & Filipino! (or just coded, depends how you see it) Reader (Both work at the Commission in this fic)

Word Count: 2.4k+

Author’s note: I wrote this with a slightly different writing style (mostly ‘cos i kind of wanted to try smth new): less flowery and more straightforward to emulate the two’s stubbornness with feelings (which leads to a depiction of both their ‘stunted emotions’) & a more simple way to show their yearning + longing— So if it feels a little off, it’s me not being used to how I wrote this wsksksk Just as the title said- it’ll be a little bittersweet just as the title says but idk if it can be considered as angst— even so, i hope you guys enjoy reading!! (also tagalog to english translations are available in the fic!!)

(Five’s body is aged up, and his consciousness ranges from 25 to 50 in my works for him from now on— However you decided which age you want for your experience/comfort!!)

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This wasn't what you expected from the Commission’s party.

Well you did expect a few fellow coworkers dunking themselves to whatever punch the higher ups could offer- especially on such a tight budget due to cuts from the Finance Department.

Seated far away from the dancing and other pleasantries, you sip some of the party juice, the fruit taste leaving sweet remnants on your tongue, letting your bewilderment be cloaked under the guise of enjoyance, just to keep a good face.

Nothing was new- the only thing out of place was the workers exhaustingly dancing along to a few seventies songs- mostly ABBA, courtesy of Dot requesting their songs almost every other minute- right at the middle of the venue. It was different from how it would be on a normal day at HQ.. but you only accept the change.

The disco merely glitters like sequins trapped in light, reflecting the shine all across the wooden floors and the cream white walls- bringing out colors despite the dreariness the superiors bring on to the rest of the employees.

Dress code was formal of course, like with the mandatory uniforms- suits, skirts, ties, dresses. As expected.. they aren’t exactly... loose with the policy. And yet even so.. you expected this to be such a conserved event— rather it being a teenage dream of prom.

But that didn’t mean you weren’t enjoying yourself. Even if you weren’t actively participating. Though, you weren’t the only one who wasn’t so interactive during the festivities.

Five.

You would’ve expected to see him by the Handler’s lock- her pride for collecting such a formidable assassin skyrockets higher than Carmichael’s ego after all. And yet he was nowhere at sight, not even at the same corners you’d see others lurk around like some alleyway creep.

When Five runs away, he usually likes it more.. secluded, would he not? Away from people- from it all. Quiet, away from a certain fish and a red lipped woman, how ideal.

Downing the whole drink in one gulp, you slide down the glass away from your grasp. Fixing your frock, your shoes click to the ground.

You had to admit- finding him was the only soothing balm to fix your loneliness- your fault really. Sure the others were great company— but you were keeping tabs with the guy after all, on and off over the years.

It was as if you were trying to get rid of melted cheese- or even a skin scab that’s been around for longer than the canned beans you have randomly on your kitchen shelf; as time goes by, you just can’t scrape it- him that easily.

As you finally, finally see a familiar puff of brown- almost black hair, you are greeted with a sight you definitely didn’t expect.

A bottle on his hand, his body just slumped unto an uncomfortable position on the chair with his tie unknotted, hanging down his crumpled down dress shirt, buttons splayed out in the open- his collar all screwed up like the wind got to him. Oh and his usually perfect looking hair, now sticking all over the place like some sore thumb. All you could think was he was drunk.

“Damn.. should’a betted Cha-Cha twenty bucks rather than ten…” You started, your tone obviously joking but you halfedly knew he would think otherwise. “You’re as drunk as a skunk.”

“Mm— The hell do you want?” He slurred almost groggily. He fully leans down, head up as the Cordeaux bottle closely slips his grasp. Your fingers clasp onto the glass, closely brushing his. “Careful now, you wouldn’t want to alarm anyone dancing- might make someone think a missile found itself in the pocket space.”

He only chuckles, his hand doesn’t scurry away. “That’d be fun when you think about it. The screaming.” You aren’t surprised he is as sadistic as his sober self.

“Now don’t tempt me from dropping this a lot harder than I should.” You quip, your arm moves, careful not to bump his face. His eyes only make it way back up, right to your own, a dopey look is drawn on his face.

It was.. a little unnerving to say the least.

“.. I'm surprised you didn’t stick long enough to see AJ and the Handler have another fight this time.” You try to deter yourself from his gaze, swirling the bottle absentmindedly. “Fighting over positions and Board what-not as per usual— You should’ve been there, it was like a bomb waiting to explode.”

“I’d imagine they’re more like a… zit popped.” Five just went on, as if imagining a goddamn pimple blowing up.

He then drunkenly mimics an explosion before continuing— his face puffing in a giant breath and letting it out with a large pout on his face.

Cute.

“It gets nastier and even shittier once it's all done.” You swore your face scrunched up.

“A horrible comparison… but I have to agree, it was bad.” You silently ask him to scooch, pushing your shoulder lightly unto his.

He frowns as he complies, a huff escapes his lips. “Not as nasty as this beer.”

“Ah yes, the best assassin of the Temps, now truly drinking to his heart’s content- what would Carmichael say?” You tease, giving him a devious grin. He only snorts, so uncharacteristic of the stoic image of what Case Management all fear.

“All I would give him as an answer is that he can stick it up his fishy ass.” So unlike the man you know.

“Oooo feisty, wonder where you picked that up.”

“Got it from you and your shitty taste with drinks.” He eyes the punch you’ve drank at the catering table from afar. You only roll your eyes from his retort.

“I don’t drink as often as you think.”

He scoffs, like he’s caught you in a lie. “1988, Angeles City tells me otherwise.”

It was one of your last missions with the guy himself— Angeles City, Pampanga was swarming with social elites all wishing to dance and drink off their problems; debts and every other pariah they could possibly have.

You both just neatly finished disposing of a poor ol’ former viceroy, who planned to embellish a few items illegally— making him a deviant of the timeline in the eyes of the Temps.

And the aftermath of that was literal history.

“We won’t talk,” You start with a quip. “About 1988, and dear ol’ Angeles.”

“Yes we will.” He says with such finality, it makes you laugh. “My good memory plagues me with it every day.”

“No wonder you've drank— got yourself smelling like a sewer rat.” Pinching your nose almost comically, you finally place down the bottle onto the table, a great weight off your poor arm.

“Just like in fucking 1988, angel.” He says, much to your amused distaste.

“Huh.” Not changing from the subject, it wouldn’t hurt much to ask at this point, would it? “Ever wonder if the bartender was thinking he’s getting senile or he’s sniffed some drug?”

“He definitely did once he saw you trying to dance on top of his counter, you in disguise and all. Poor guy thought he got a kid drunk.”

Guess you needed a refresher of sorts. Because now everything is becoming more clear. The shots.. the stench of beer.. enthusiastic shouts from your own throat ringing your ears, and the dazzling warm lights of the bar. His horrible, horrible singing that you oh so hate— but damn was it kind of.. charming.

God- the punch was getting into your head, wasn’t it?

“Not as bad as you trying to sing a song, and damn it, you were butchering it.”

“I did not.” He hisses at you. If you weren’t trying to piss him off, you would’ve thought he was a mad little cat, all ready to claw your face up.

“Poor songmakers, their masterpieces destroyed ‘cos you’ve tried to ‘drunk karaoke’ the night away.” You sing-song, and he grimaces at you, his face all scrunched up like he’s eaten a lemon. “They’re rolling in their graves out of horror.”

“Say what you want— But your language lessons are all to blame.” All you heard was a poorly hidden insult up to your face. You swore if you were drawn into a cartoon- you would’ve had a vein ready to pop at your forehead.

“Excuse you!- Utter disrespect to my heritage—“

“It is not-“ He groans out, but you don’t heed his words.

“— My tagalog is perfectly fine! Kapampangan not so much— But you! You sounded like a screeching tire!”

“I sounded like a great singer, not goddamn rubber.”

“Lie to yourself, go on.”

“Tell me you’re a good singer,” You lean in closer, fanning yourself to his presence. His breath hitches, but you only pretend to not notice. “Go on. Tell me.”

You were too close— all up into his personal space a little too much than he’d like. And yet he didn’t push you away- nor did he comment on it— But his eyes merely flicker up to your own- basking in the mischievous glint in your pupils.

He always liked seeing it— and somewhat aches for it- it was a selfish want, to long for something that has been buried in the deep sands of the foreboding past. Something that will maybe never be unearthed ever again.

Even so, he masks his fading surprise with a snark, he grabs the bottle on the table. Pointing you with the drink in his hand, he replies with a smirk. “I am a good singer.”

“Bullshit.” You call him out, but he now only returns the shit-eating expression on his face, locking everything back in.

All you could think was that you wanted to smack it right out of his pretty face. That face that you will always be almost tormented by— One that has you reminding too much.

“Then tell me why I ranked higher than you in the karaoke machine in that man’s bar.” He brings out his cockiest smile with a raised brow, and your only sentiments to him was a dirty look, along an act of thievery- snatching his bottle away and drinking off of it.

“‘Cos that shit was fucking busted, that’s for sure.” You answer, swigging the beer on your hand tensely. “Couldn’t pick up your eagle shrieks. Even the bartender was complaining from your voice.”

“You sure you didn’t hear compliments from the man himself?”

“Oh please, don’t flatter yourself. He said ‘Parang nabara ang diyablo sa kanyang lalamunan, ‘tas sinubukan pa niyang i-ubo yung demonyo mismo.’” (It was as if the devil was stuck in his throat, and he tried to cough out the demon himself.)

A little too specific of an insult- it was obvious that you made it all up on the spot. The keeper wouldn’t dare insult a customer, it's just good manners.

However, you still need to commend the barkeep’s- or more so, your- creativity.

Of course, dear ol’ Five understood every word- ‘your language lessons were to blame’ your ass! He turned out -almost- completely fine!— and a vexed scowl sinks onto his face.

“You both can’t appreciate talent.” His voice strains from the booze. It was amusing really, seeing the oh so legendary assassin- who Herb would die for an autograph- act like some child done from a sugar rush.

“I can at the hands of capable people.”

“I think I’m capable enough, otherwise why did you stick by me for so long?”

“Silence doesn’t suit me. I need some white noise.”

He laughs, the sound always takes you off guard. It doesn’t feel right that he out of all people would be so.. amused. And yet, whenever you hear it— you can’t help but relish the sound.

“Says the one who’d rather shove a pipe up their throat than listen to my voice.”

“Sometimes people lie their way out.” You only smile, and he can’t tell what it means- he hates it, you are now unknown terrain for his booze wasted mind— slurred upon the depths of bitterness and temporary comfort.

He wonders what else you have lied— especially to him out of all people. It swarms a feeling in his chest- betrayal— hurt- Yet he stops himself from letting it all spill out. He merely keeps his silence. Everything else- the questions and the answers he may or may not want to hear— it can all wait.

And yet he just can’t keep his mouth shut when he needs to. So he bites the inside of his cheek, letting blood seep out so he would shut up.

“Any lies I haven’t uncovered yet?” The words want to leave his lips, and have him feel the instant dread. The soon approaching dread wants to sink into his skin like thorns.

In another time- if he even manages to not fight off the curiosity— If things were better, more stable— less rigid between you- You would tell him: “Sure ka ba gusto mo malaman?” (You sure you wanna know?)

And he would reply: “Go on. Shoot. We have all night.” It’d be his only quip. Nothing else. He wouldn’t dare to say anything rather than an invitation that brings him to what he wants. That’s just how he is.

Your lips would have dried, not knowing what you could exactly say to him. Maybe you would tell— maybe you wouldn’t, he wouldn’t know at this nor any moment.

You, on the other hand, wish you could open your mouth. And let everything out.

Do you unveil the truth once and for all? Letting the things you’ve hidden be known by the man you wish to bury it from? Or do you become deceitful once more- and become a snake that wraps around false narratives?

That you don’t know the answer of— but against your own wishes, a lie wants to leave your lips, venom to the innocent. So you down it all with the beer that was his in the first place, not for liquid courage— but to silence yourself.

This was all because of love lost from his empty promises— yet you still fucking crave it.

Ironic isn’t it? You tell yourself to stray from such an addiction to a drug that gives you nothing but ache in your heart- but you still crawl back.

The truth can’t easily come to him. Surely- he understands— He knows you long enough that you aren’t that easy. That you love to lie- and he hated it each time those deceitful things leave your mouth as if you were taking out rotting teeth.

So you continue that lying facade, to show that you can’t be cracked.

Even by him.

Basking in the joyous event— you can’t feel the same joy the others radiate from their smiles. Neither does he, he merely takes the bottle from you and downs it; a man drinking sustenance from an oasis.

The silence between you too was nothing but an excuse. A way to not explain, to keep your tongues locked- the key nowhere at sight and the things wanted- needed to be said, lost in the abyss.

Oh what a curse.

#tua five #five hargreeves x filipino! reader #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x you #five x reader #five x you #number five x reader #number five x you #number five #five hargreeves #the umbrella academy #tua x reader #tua s1 #tua s2 #tua 3 #ngl i didn’t expect this to be 2k words.. life is weird like that huh #thank you for reading my madness

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mylahrins · 10 months

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call me mylah!! (mylah+mandarins)

she/they, 16, chinese/filipino, sfw,

multifandom, main blog!!

some of my interests: hq!!, skip and loafer, atsv, aot, tr, ninjago (lol!!)

some of my works:

its cold: hoshiumi korai x reader ➤ a sloppy drabble!! :P synopsis: there's nothing better, nor more cliche than reuniting with an old flame in the cold, pouring rain.

smile for the camera: atsumu miya x reader ➤ an on-going smau synopsis: despite agreeing on just staying friends, atsumu and y/n both share the same lingering feelings from their highschool years.

thanks for reading :)

#mylahspeaks!!#navigation!!#mylahwrites!!#haha i love oranges

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rinsoap · 1 year

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trying 2 write a hq x filipino! reader hc but my inspo is soooo low omg

#affirm 4 me #filipino!reader #filo!reader #haikyuu x reader #atlas 101

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mirakeul · 2 years

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filipino! reader

- just a separate masterlist for everything i made with a filipino! reader ASJKDHASKJFAH cuz i want to make a separate one lol

last updated ; feb. 7, 2022

legend ; ♥ - fluff ★ - hurt/comfort ☽ - angst ✿ - crack 🌶 - suggestive, nsfw ❀ - imagines ❆ - blurbs ✤ - headcanons

▾boku no hero academia

♪ todoroki shouto » welcome to the family, anak ❀ ♥

♪ bakugou katsuki » anghel sa impyerno ❀ ★ » pointing with your lips ❆ ♥ ✿

▾haikyuu

♪ hinata shoyou » teaching hinata tagalog ❆ ✿

♪ iwaizumi hajime » ikaw nga, inuulam mo yung kalapati (half filo! iwa) ❆ ✿ » akin ka nalang (half filo! iwa) ❀ ♥ ★ ☽

♪ sugawara koushi » pinto ng tadhana ❀ ★ ☽

♪ kita shinsuke » mahal kita <33 ❆ ♥ ★

♪ misc. » haikyuu boys and how they would dance with you to these opm songs [includes tendou satori, kentarou kyoutani, hinata shoyou, miya atsumu, and bokuto koutarou] (not necessarily filo! reader, but features opm songs) ✤ ♥ ★

#no rbs pls ty !#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia x reader #mha x reader #my hero academia #haikyuu #hq #haikyuu fanfiction #filipino! reader #filipino

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love-amihan · 3 years

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| ʜᴏᴍᴇ | ᴊᴊᴋ | ᴀᴏᴛ | ʜǫ | ꜰɪʟᴏ | ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛs | ᴍɪᴍɪ |

HQ BOYS CONFESSING TO YOU IN FILIPINO

amihan's note: so i found this from my fb memory wherein they asked op to translate and ended up confessing their feelings for op then i thought why not do it with anime charas? and now we're here! dw, i'm omw to do jjk&aot charas too <33 happy reading!

mentioned charas; sugawara koushi, oikawa toru, kozume kenma, miya osamu

-sugawara koushi

-oikawa toru

-kozume kenma

-miya osamu

gen taglist; {bold letters can't be tagged} @lumpiang-toge @chibishae34 @emeraldscloud @kirakirasaku

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yumeyooa · 3 years

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[10:23 AM]—i wake up everyday, like ‘hello beautiful’

—pairing: miya atsumu x gender neutral! reader; genre: fluff; friends to lovers au, high school au, rated g wc: 0.6k+; warnings: profanity :>>

Miya Atsumu loved his school. There was no doubt about that.

Inarizaki was like a second home to him. It paved the way for him to meet his second family (that, unfortunately, included his first family, but that’s a story for another day)— his volleyball team, who would stick with him through thick and thin, no matter how unbearable he was.

But the thing he hated the most about Inarizaki? It was most definitely the stupid general assemblies they insisted on having every week. Especially if they fell on days wherein he didn’t have morning practice.

Morning practice may be grueling. It may force Atsumu to wake up a couple hours earlier than he would like. But that was fine with him. He loved volleyball, after all, and would do anything for it. Today, however, morning practice was canceled (what the reason was, he honestly forgot), and it just so happened that the school was hosting another general assembly. Meaning he had no reasonable excuse to skip on it, bummer.

In retrospect, general assemblies weren’t supposed to be that bad. Boring, sure, but not bad. It was just the school’s way of propagating unity and camaraderie amongst the students, even though everyone in the room knew that it wasn’t doing anything like that.

Even more so when they forced him to do stupid shit like this.

“Hey,” Atsumu hears as he mopes to himself, doing his dance moves halfheartedly. Why was he doing this again? Why were they forcing the entire student body to dance at 7:00 AM in the morning again? And to such a childish song too, what was it called? Girl in the Mirror? Ugh, all Atsumu wanted to do right now was leave.

Well, at least he could take comfort in knowing his brother and teammates were going through the same suffering right now.

“Hey!” The hushed voice says, snapping Atsumu out of his thoughts, and he turns his head to meet you, the class president, looking at him sternly. “Do it properly, Miya.”

Funny. Atsumu thinks to himself, watching as you actually put effort into doing the ridiculous dance properly. In a way, it was kind of cute. “And why should I do that, prez?”

You glare at him, and Atsumu finds himself grinning. You and Atsumu have been classmates since freshman year and were polar opposites. Whereas Atsumu was outgoing, athletic, and energetic, you were more introverted, book smart, and calm. You two were from two opposite sides of the spectrum, yet somehow got along enough to have a pretty nice friendship if Atsumu were to say so himself.

“Do you want to get scolded by the discipline committee?” You hiss, eyes diverting towards the group of students and teachers with a red band circling their arms, watching over the students as if they were hawks.

“Hmm,” Atsumu hums, taking a glance at them, before turning back to you, smirking. “So, should I be dancing like this?”

Atsumu honestly doesn’t know what’s gotten into him, but he dances with a bit more effort, exaggerating his movements just to get a rise out of you. And it works. You look at him with worried eyes, trying to nudge him to actually calm down and dance like everyone else— normally.

Your reactions are charming, adorable even, to the point where Atsumu wants to see more of it. He doesn’t know when it started, but somehow he had found himself drawn to being more playful with you than he was with others. He found himself acting more child-like (even though his brother and team would argue that he was already child-like, to begin with) around you, wanting to see your care and kindness towards him.

It made him feel special, and he craved more. Maybe someday he would find a word to these uncontrollable feelings, but for now, he would simply enjoy playing with you while you danced to this stupid song.

Maybe these general assemblies weren’t so bad after all.

➢ general taglist (send an ask to be tagged!): @mirakeul @loveinhaikyuu

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #hq x reader #miya x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #miya x you #miya atsumu x you #atsumu x you #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #if you're a filipino YOU KNOW WHAT DANCE IM TALKING ABOUT #i miss having f2f classes and dancing stupidly to this song while our teachers scold us HASHSHSH #pLS I JUST WANNA HAVE f2f CLASSES T_T

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lovingjeankirstein · 3 years

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pamamanhikan with timeskip! half-filipino! iwaizumi hajime

creds/request from my bb @nanaomiomi (I MISS YOU SM MWAH)

if you don’t know what “pamamanhikan” is, DW I DIDN’T EITHER LMAO

pamamanhikan: meeting your partners family/parents. (traditionally: groom meeting the bride’s family to show marriage is not between just the two people, but the entire family) (ty for telling me <3)

non-gender specified! filipino!reader (idk if it works gender neutrally so i didn't add reader pronouns) enjoy! cw: light language

CONGRATS READER YOU’RE ENGAGED TO KUYA HAJI 🥳🥳

both your families decided to keep filipino tradition, and do pamamanhikan.

you guys agreed, so now iwa and his family are on his way to your house.

both of you have met each other’s families before, and your families know a little bit of each other, so it’s mainly a "get to know each other" session.

when haji’s family arrives, they bring some gifts like their family adobo, wine, and soda.

your family made some delicious food like lumpia, sinigang, and turon for desert. (lumpia: eggrolls, sinigang: sour soup with vegetables and meat, turon: banana with brown sugar wrapped in spring roll wrapper; fried.)

the parents introduce themselves to each other and it’s going really smoothly! the conversation is general and small.

after the small talk, haji will ask your parents for your their permission to marry you.

HE’S LOWKEY SWEATING HIS ASS OFF EVEN THOUGH HE’S SURE EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE

“nay, tay, pinapayagan kong magkasal si y/n?” (mom, dad, will you allow me to marry y/n?) (nay and tay is used a shortened version of nanay and tatay, as a nickname used by your partner in this case)

“oo. pwede yan hajime” (yes. that’s allowed hajime)

claps and cheers from you and his family. (you guys def call him out for being nervous and he denies it)

now, in celebration, you guys eat dinner! sm good fucking food god bless and your families get to know each other.

your moms compliment each other on the foods they cooked, share recipes, and cooking tips.

your dads talk about work and about you two.

again, they’re getting to know each other so they talk about themselves, where they’re from, their jobs, etc.

you and haji will have small conversation while they have their one on one talks and you’ll tease him even more for being nervous from earlier.

“awww was my fiancé nervous on what my parents would say 🥺”- you

*shoves food in your mouth* “no. i don’t know what you saw mahal ko” (mahal ko- my love)

giggles from both of you AND YOUR FAMILIES GIVING YOU TWO THE KILIG LOOK (kilig- giddy feeling toward romance)

you guys won't have many plans for your wedding yet (this is happening a few weeks after he proposed), but you’ll share the little information you two have planned so far like who’s being invited, attire ideas, and a vague idea what the venue will be like/when it would seasonally be.

BE PREPARED FOR ALL THE EMBARRASSING STORIES FROM YOUR CHILDHOODS

you guys will die of embarrassment before you even get married

your dad will show baby videos that are really funny and haji’s parents will show embarrassing photos they didn’t get the chance to show you yet.

(watch one of them be haji’s messy face after eating ice cream HAHAHAH)

all of the parents will give you two advice for married life and relationships in general like to trust each other, make time for each other, never go to bed angry, and more.

CUE THE “kung nasaktan ka yung baby ko sapakin kita hajime ha.” FROM YOUR DAD LMAO (if you hurt my baby i'll punch you okay hajime.)

*nervous gulp* “opo tay” (yes dad)

OFC IT’S JUST A PLAYFUL JOKE BC THEY LOVE HIM BUT just a warning

“hoi, y/n. kung hihirapan ka kasi tigas olo si hajime, sabihin mo sa akin” - haji’s dad (hey, y/n. if you have a hard time because hajime is stubborn, tell me)

“why am i being attacked” - haji

“same to you hajime. i'll throw my tsinelas at y/n” - your mom (tsinelas- slippers)

“WH- WHY” - you

laughs from all of you guys

overall it was a great experience and really fun night for everyone. all of you are now well acquainted and your parents might hang out together sometimes bc they have SO MUCH CHISMIS and enjoy each other

“sige. we’ll be heading out!”

“ingat kayo!”

you kiss haji goodbye and YOUR PARENTS WILL KILIG: “eeeee!!!”

I HOPE YOU ENOYED THAT BB! i tried my best to research to make pamamanhikan accurate as possible but it may be vague.

I RELIED SO HARD ON TRANSLATION SITES FOR THIS PLS MAHIHIRAPAN KO SA TAGALOG BWISIT

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solreix · 6 months

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series of events where osamu miya may be keeping on burning bridges between being your roommate and... your what?

madalas kang pagod. sa acads. sa byahe. sa buhay. what if may osamu miya ka namang kasama?

ang alam mo kasi, roommate lang. pero gawain ba talaga ng roommate na gumising nang mas maaga sa'yo para lang masiguradong makakain ka ng breakfast?

"yn, kain na rito. saglit lang kumain." rinig mong katok niya mula sa labas ng kwarto mo.

mabilis kang napakislot nang mapansing nakatulugan mo na ang binabasa. agad kang tumingin sa oras ng cellphone, at napabuntong-hininga na lang nang marealize na minuto ka pa lang namang nakakatulog.

"osamu—" salubong mo nang buksan mo ang pinto. "nakatulog ako, thank you sa paggising."

pinanood mong umangat ang kilay ni osamu. "what do you mean nakatulog? ngayon ka pa lang nakatulog?"

you nodded as you stuffed yourself with the chicken sandwich he made. imbis na umupo, lutang kang sumandal sa ref habang iniisip ang mga inaaral mo kanina.

"pa'no mo pa naiintindihan readings mo niyan?" tanong nito. tulad mo, imbis na umupo ay sumandal naman ito sa pader ng kusina. he crossed his arms over his chest, making his arms protrude as he was only wearing a grey muscle shirt. "matulog ka muna," malumanay nitong dugtong.

"hindi pa pwede eh. may ilang page pa akong kailangan basahin, kapag na-delay ko, hindi ko na maabutan yung iba," paliwanag mo.

"kahit power nap lang. gigisingin kita after 20 minutes, swear."

"wala kang pasok?" tanong mo kahit obvious naman sa suot nito ang sagot.

"wala. don't mind me, yn. you should sleep." osamu pushed himself off of the wall, and walked towards you. sakto namang nakainom ka na ng tubig nang hawakan niya ang mga braso mo at marahang itinulak pabalik sa kwarto mo.

roommate mo lang. pero handa itong i-ditch ang sarili niyang klase kahit pinilit mong huwag na, maihatid lang ang naiwan mong laptop sa campus niyo dahil alam niyang ito ang tin-trato mong lifeline.

"osamu!" maluha-luha mong binuksan ang pinto ng condo niyo. you know where to find the person you're looking for, kaya naman dumiretso kang kusina, only to see him already removing his apron and walking towards you.

"what? anong nangyari?" panic was quite evident in his voice. maging ang mata nito ay malikot, at parang sinusukat kung may mali sa iyo habang hawak ang dalawa mong braso.

"i wouldn't know what i'd do kung wala ka," you blurted. "nagustuhan ni attorney yung presentation ko kanina. and that professor isn't always vocal about his appreciation. imagine what would have happened if hindi mo nadala mo yung laptop ko," dire-diretso mong kwento dahilan para hingalin ka.

pero mabilis si osamu. he already had glass of water in his hand as you finished your story. hindi mo halos namalayan kung kailan siya umalis, at bumalik para hawakan ka muli sa braso bilang suporta.

"ayan yung prof na sinasabi mo last time, 'no? yung halos hindi niyo alam kung pa'no ipplease kahit na may criteria naman siya?"

"yes! you were listening pala," mangha mong sagot matapos inumin ang tubig na bigay niya.

"syempre, silly." he chuckled, and ruffled your hair. bago mo pa man siya masaway ay siya na ang humiwalay at bumalik sa kusina.

you immediately followed him, and watched as put his apron back. you leaned on the counter, habang ito ay naghahalo ng kung ano sa pan. "malay ko ba! you were playing that time, mas naaalala ko pa nga yung mga trashtalk ni atsumu kaysa sa response mo." you huffed.

"really?" he glanced at you. "sorry, naka-focus nga siguro ako sa laro no'n. but i was also focusing on your stories, to be fair."

"weh?"

osamu laughed. he put the back of his fist on his mouth. "oo nga. try me."

"hmmm..." you squinted your eyes as you think of things you told him. pero masyadong marami iyon. osamu is always the witness of your chismis, rants, and even breakdowns.

totoo atang hindi mo na alam gagawin kung wala siya rito.

"then, anong score ko no'ng umiyak ako sa rizal?"

once again, osamu glanced at you, this time, with a smirk. "easy. 11/30."

"what—"

"and that's not even your fault. hindi pumapasok ang rizal niyo noon, and you had to self-study pero hindi mo nagawa kasi may exam din kayo sa major. basically, you sacrified your rizal," paliwanag nito nang dire-diretso. as if he was so sure about what he's saying kaya napasimangot ka na lang.

"chamba!" umirap ka. "eh ito—"

at sa ganoon lang nagpatuloy ang gabi niyo ni osamu. both of you continued reminiscing memories, and the rangs you've told to each other. napuno ng tawa ni osamu, at yamot mo ang lamesa. but surely, this will be one of those nights you'd keep in your happy pocket.

pero ang alam mo kasi roommate lang talaga. kahati sa renta, sa utilities. ngayon, bakit parang nalilito ka na.

o siguro, roommate lang naman talaga. roommate na iniwan ang tropa sa inuman, masundo ka lang dahil nasabi mong wala kang masakyan.

"sabi ko sa'yo 'wag na eh," sabi mo nang makapasok sa kotse niya.

osamu only leaned closer to you to out your seatbelt. he backed away, and grinned at you. "nakasakay ka na oh."

"ewan ko sa'yo, osamu."

the drive was long. and quiet. mukhang alam ni osamu na pagod ka, kaya naman hindi ito nagsasalita. but it's not awkward as both of you nodded along with arctic monkeys' do me favour.

"crush ko talaga si alex turner," you muttered, voice rasped.

"taas naman, yn," biro nito.

pabiro mo ring sinuntok ang balikat niya. "hindi ko naman sinabing may chance ako! crush lang eh."

humalakhak si osamu. "taas para sa'kin. boses pa lang, hindi ko matatalo 'yan."

your hands faltered with what he said. bahagyang nanlaki ang mata mo habang nakatingin pa rin sa kaniya.

"p-pinagsasabi mo," you asked as you tried to mask your nerves by being mean.

"alex turner 'yon, osamu lang ako."

"osamu—"

"do me a favour... and break my nose..."

kung kanina ay seryoso ka, hindi mo napigilan ang halakhak na lumabas sa'yo dahil sa attempt niyang paggaya sa accent at boses ni alex turner.

"a-ano ba!" muli, hinampas mo siya sa balikat. mas lalong nadagdagan ang tawa mo nang ituloy niya pa ang exaggerated and faux british accent niya.

"what? pasado na bang alex turner pero sa'yo lang?" nakangiti nitong tanong, ang mata ay nasa harap dahil sa pagmamaneho, pero makikita ang nunka-nunka nitong pagtingin sa'yo.

pumikit ka. "ewan ko sa'yo."

#miya osamu #osamu miya x reader #osamu miya x you #osamu miya x y/n #hq filo #haikyuu fluff #filipino #filo fic #haikyuu #haikyuu fanfic #roommates #haikyuu headcanons #another out of the blue thought

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ugh-tsumu · 10 months

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POV: Kuya mo ang jowa ko (Kuroo)

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fic #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu filipino #haikyuu tagalog #haikyuu smau #haikyuu social media au #hikbi.writes #haikyuu fake texts #haikyuu fake messages #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo imagine #kuroo tetsurō #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo smau #kuroo fluff #hq kuroo #hq kuroo tetsurou

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frinnie-frye · 1 year

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2 is better than 1 ⋆｡°✩ haikyuu filipino smau series

ep. 1

everyday is so hard pag wala kang tsukishima na katabi (o maaway.). will yamaguchi have to play cupid for these hopeless romantics..

don't be stupid, cupid

#haikyuu smau #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima angst #tsukishima fluff #haikyuu filipino au #haikyuu au #yamaguchi x reader #yamaguchi fluff #ayamguchi angst #hq angst #hq fluff #2 is better than 1 #smau series

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kairiscorner · 8 months

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I know this joke has been done tons of times but can I request a miguel x filipino reader based on this tiktok with the reader introducing Mayday to puto

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8Y3DVoa/

HEHE YES PLEASEEEEE

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

big... puto! – miguel o'hara x filipino!reader

you came back to HQ from your home dimension, with a box of rice cakes in your hands. peter b was taking care of mayday and was curious as to what you brought in, and since the two of you were just the sweetest and most considerate of associates, you two decided to try them in miguel's office while he was working. you explained to peter that they were rice cakes, and peter was really interested in them; he found the quite good after the first bite and kept calling for miguel to come down and have some. "what a grumpy old guy, can't even spare a minute of his time for... what are these called again?" the brunette asked you with a grin as miguel tried ignoring you two, with lyla on his shoulder, encouraging him to have an afternoon snack—pulling up a detailed diet plan that he arranged for himself to stay in shape.

"carbs are very important, mig." lyla reminded miguel. "yeah, what the robot lady said!" peter b seconded her as miguel sighed and lowered his platform, reluctantly coming down to take a bite. mayday was drooling all over the rice cakes, with you helping her break the little treats down into small, edible bites for the little infant. she was only recently learning how to talk, and peter b was hanging on to every word—existent or non-existent—that his daughter spoke. "this is... puto. can you say 'puto'?" you asked mayday in a whisper as the baby giggled, with peter b handing miguel one of the rice cakes. "what are these?" he asked peter b. "they're...! uh, what were they again?" "c'mon mayday, tell them what they are." you encouraged the little redhead as she giggled and blurted out with a loud, high-pitched voice: "puto!"

miguel nearly choked on his bite of the 'puto', and peter b nodded, repeating the rice cake's filipino name, sending miguel into whiplash. "...these are... really called that?" he asked you with a soft voice, trying to process that it's named after... something interesting. "yeah, it's—" "puto! puto, puto, puto!" mayday kept exclaiming as you fed her small bits of the puto. miguel nearly broke into the chair peter pulled up for him as he collapsed into it. "i... okay." miguel said as he shook his head and continued eating the rice cake. from that moment onward, everyone else that had been introduced to and tried the treat had called it such—everyone except miguel, who was always hesitant to call it that; always referring to it as 'that one rice cake treat i really like', unable to say the name due to the trauma it gave him when he said that in front of his mother as a young boy out of anger. "they're good, they're just..." "just what, mig?" you asked him as you snacked on more puto as he closed his eyes and sighed. "...a little traumatic to name aloud." he confessed, but you didn't hear him since his voice was so hushed. "huh?" "nevermind."

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